Sirens scream their warnings today
Victims on route to hospital
First responders making time
Emerging tragedies and tales yet untold
But there are no ambulances for broken hearts
No police reports for stolen affection
No tow trucks here
To haul your sorry ass out of the ditch you were dumped into
But there’s always self-expression
Another poem to bind the gaping wound
Where your heart was ripped out of your chest
Or to act as a bandage for the minor lacerations of daily life
Poet, heal thyself
David Trudel © 2013
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You ht this just right!
Thanks Susan. I live a few blocks away from a hospital and today seemed to be one of those days when there’s a steady stream of ambulances.